I’ve heard somewhere that a blind person’s other senses heighten to compensate for the loss of sight. They can hear and smell things we who are sighted barely acknowledge. For example, a blind fellow writer once compared the sound of rain falling to that of steak sizzling on a grill. The next time it rained, I heard what she meant, but I would never have awakened to that simple comparison on my own. Yet it was always there.
My senses heighten when I’m alone out in nature. The air smells extra fresh. Birds’ voices fill my ear drums. The crackle of the ground beneath my bike’s tires or the sliding of the skis upon the snow add my own unique contribution to the outdoor journey. I sense the natural sensations that are always there.
So much is all around us all the time, though we rarely hear, see or feel most of it. Yet sometimes we do. Rain falls, birds sing and our awareness of nature’s beauty still comes and goes as we maneuver through this life.
Today the senses of many Christians across the globe heighten as they celebrate the resurrection of Christ over 2,000 years ago. I wonder what that really means to us. A lot has changed over that time but some things remain the same. Like nature’s sensations, God’s presence within us is always there. Today many people feel that presence rise from the ashes like a Phoenix. I wish we could keep that feeling every moment of every day, the feeling of being freed from our limitations, able to soar enthusiastically upward and onward in our journeys to fulfill our calls.